Ten days we've waited. Ten days they've delayed. Ten days' grim anticipation
But they're here now. The night sky is aflame with the bright colours of our saltpetre engagement. Every second there sounds a symphony of malevolent lead percussion.
I am perched on the steeple of Empty City, CT's Cathedral of the Ecclesiarchway, overlooking the slender scene. None have reached me yet, but I am amply prepared for such an encounter; only my finest proxies guard this inner sanctum.
I see the Camper's gunshot fireworks reaching the streets closeby. They may be here soon.
I await eagerly to entertain company. Hope they don't mind the mandatory twenty-one gun salute upon their arrival.